#goddamn mblaq

[emeraldbabygirl]

Just got..shit I forgor the name of it. FUCKIN HELL. The MBLAQ song that fucking slaps and it’s like “everybody o” MONA LISA OK SORRY WAIT CAUSE THE LYRICS SLAP *ahem* “everybody on the left everybody on the right everybody in the house” I remember this meme I saved a long ass time ago where it’s the lil cartoon, let me see if I can find it hang on.

Oh, the one I have in the last slide she says “me gusta” BUT ANYWAY MONA LISA MY MBLAQ FUCKING SLAP Y’ALL I- damn I miss them Mir and Lee Joon ZOO WEE MAMA THEY WAS SUM HOT PIECES OF MAN MEAT FUCK ME. AND LEE JOON WAS IN A MOVIE OR A PORN? BUT THE SEX SCENE WAS SO FUCKING HOT GOD I WISH THAT WAS ME Y’ALL IM A BROKEN RECORD PLAYER WHEN I SAY THIS THE OLDER MALE IDOLS 😩👌🫡

Y’all Mona Lisa is my fav MBLAQ song, Cry is sexy tho they, there’s water so obvi, Y is good too and Be a Man that’s good and Smoky Girl is okay, it was never my thing tho but I do love Thunder’s hot pink hair. THUNDER WAS MY BIAS UNTIL I SAW LEE JOON AND HIS YUMMY WASHBOARDS UGH FUCK. AND G.O IS FUCKING MARRIED 😭😭😭 FUCK GET IT PAPI 🥵🥵🥵 anyway I highly recommend checking them out fuck me.

HERE HAVE THIS BITCHES

If I start a marathon of rebloging MBLAQ gifs and tingz it’s God’s will not mine 🫡 btw if y’all know about MBLAQ or listen to them or have at least heard about them thank you 😩🙏

[unpopularkpop-opinions]

This is a blast from the past, but goddamn I miss MBLAQ so much. I know G.O is doing his BJ work but I miss seeing them perform together, I miss how much of a mess they were, I miss all the teasing (“roosters can’t lay eggs!”) and I especially miss Mir. He was one of my first favorite idols and he’s still special to me.

[morethanamillennial]

To all the boy bands I’ve loved before

It’s hard to really describe the process of becoming a fan of a Kpop/Jpop boyband. It’s a new language, often times a strange and unfamiliar culture but there’s something about an inevitable draw that pulls you in, deeper and deeper into a little loop until they’re all you eat, sleep and drink. Eventually you find your way out of the loop but traces always remain. The songs that play through your head, half-remembered lyrics and the odd dance-move. Way back when I was struggling with bullying in high school and self-harm, when I was struggling to find the will to live, I forget how exactly but I came across a Japanese boyband who was struggling too. NEWS had a crazy comeback story. From chart toppers to pariahs for having been caught drinking underage to chart toppers again. Losing member after member but keeping the fight going. They gave me the strength to keep putting one foot in front of the other. Simple but beautiful melodies, liberally sprinkled with poorly-chosen English. It didn’t matter. I put my all into loving them because it gave me something to do. I learned Japanese, learned how to fansub, learned how to organise fan meetings in my country, learned how to order things in from Japan that weren’t being imported into the country in any kind of volume. I was always endlessly loyal with Jpop but Kpop was a completely different story. Big Bang back when it was politically correct to be a VIP. (I’ll always love the music, can’t let go of that, as much as whatever’s happening now is heartbreaking). DBSK when they were 4 and not 2. Teen Top when they were so new that I was the only fan live-tweeting performances. When I was the only purple wand in a sea of VIP lightsticks. BAP, MBLAQ, Block B, Infinite, the list goes on. And SHINee. An overwhelming love for all things SHINee. Every album, every music video, every single from every drama. There would be playlist upon playlist, drama after drama. Repeated watchings of Hello Baby and a long sordid affair with following their progress. Then it happened. Jonghyun was gone. It hit me harder than I was expecting. Maybe because I’d been experiencing the same thoughts myself? But goddamn was it hard to listen to a single song after that. A huge part of my usual musical diet was just gone. Each time I’d listen, I’d spiral. It was like learning an ex had passed away, and believe me I know how crazy that sounds. Someone I’d never met, someone who probably didn’t give two shits about whether I lived or died. Him passing away meant something to me. I cried. Okay, bawled. It was three days of terrible ugly crying and then I moved on. Removed every trace of them I could from my life. I stayed as far away as I could until today. I stumbled onto Taemin’s new song, my heart swelling with pride cause this was the little kid with the mushroom cut in 누난 너무 예뻐 turned into this amazing, confident and sexy androgynous dance machine. And it took my breath away. Then everything hit like a brick. I cried. I listened to Honesty again. The one song I couldn’t bring myself to listen to no matter what. The message is simple and it holds true for right now. Whoever, wherever, whatever these people are now, they served a purpose for me. They’ve been a part of my story, whether they know it or not. They’ve coloured in the little blank spaces in me and finished at least some parts of the colouring sheet of my personality. So wherever they are, even if they never read this, I’m putting it out into the universe that I’m super thankful for them.

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